From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 118 Debts Unpaid Overwhelmed by the gravity of her situation, Fiona's facade crumbled, her tears flowing freely as she pleaded for mercy. "Mr. Davis, I was wrong... Please, forgive me. I promise not to repeat my mistakes, just grantanother opportunity!" Yet, her tears fell on deaf ears. Kelvin remained as stoic and unmoved as a statue.Fiona's numerous false alarms had worn thin on his patience. He stood before her, his gaze as icy and indifferent as the winter's frost. "Fiona," he began, his tone stern, "I've overlooked your antics in the past, allowing you to continue unimpeded. But this time, you've crossed a line you should have never dared to.""Mr. Davis, please... don't sendaway," Fiona beseeched him, desperate."Have I not treated you well?" He retorted, his eyes piercing hers. "Today, you feign a miscarriage; tomorrow, who knows what else you might devise?"Frantically, Fiona shook her head. "I wouldn't dare, I truly wouldn't... Mr. Davis, haven't I earned any goodwill from our past? Remember when you found me, rescued me... you said you had been searching for so long..."His face remained unreadable. "If I hadn't considered our shared history, you wouldn't even be standing here now, pleading for mercy."Those who dared to deceive him met unpleasant ends.Penelope watched the unfolding as a mere spectator. Fiona had brought this predicament upon herself. Now, it was up to Kelvin to decide her fate whether to deliver a crushing blow or show a glimmer of mercy. Penelope found herself hoping that Fiona would disappear for good. Yet, she couldn't shake off the feeling that there was a secret between Kelvin and Fiona that she wasn't privy to. Regardless, Fiona had taken a significant fall this time, both physically and metaphorically. She was battered and bruised, and wouldn't be able to stir up any trouble for a while, that much was certain."Wilson!" Kelvin's voice cut through the tense silence, "Take Fiona away from here!""Yes, Mr. Davis," the butler, Wilson, responded promptly, summoning two security guards. They each grabbed one of Fiona's arms and began to drag her towards the exit. Her pleas were pitiful as she cried out, "I won't leave, I want to stay... Mr. Davis, I realize my mistake, please giveanother chance... Mr. Davis!"Kelvin turned away from the scene, hands clasped behind his back, his head tilted upward, eyes closed. Even after Fiona's desperate cries had faded into the distance, he maintained his still, statuesque pose. The living room fell into a deafening silence, as if the earlier commotion had been nothing more than a figment of their imagination."You'll forgive her, won't you?" Penelope finally broke the silence. "After all, you care for her."Kelvin's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, "Where did you get the idea that I care for her? Did I ever say that?""If you don't care, why marry her? Why tolerate her?" Penelope asked, her confusion evident, "Could it be that she once saved your life? Are you repaying a debt?"He shot her a sidelong glance, a frown creasing his brow, "Aren't you the daughter of my enemy? Yet, I married you, didn't I?""You said our marriage was a form of penance, not prosperity.""Heh, you remember that well," he acknowledged. Penelope shrugged, "The price I've paid since marrying you is too steep to forget. It's a constant reminder. "Slowly, Kelvin turned to face her, locking his gaze with hers, "Penelope, my involvement with Fiona is nothing but obligation. "Even if he could still recall the intimacy of that one night, it was his memory alone to cherish. Fiona could no longer give him what that night had offered. "Obligation? So, she really did save your life, huh?""More or less," Kelvin admitted. Penelope fell silent at his vague response. What did 'more or less' mean? Did Fiona save his life or not? Deciding that it was unimportant, she chose to let it go. "Kelvin," she stated clearly, "I can tell you now, confidently, I did not push Fiona down those stairs, I didn't want to harm your child. I, Penelope, owe you nothing!""Whatever you decide to do about Fiona - forgive her or sever ties - is your business. It doesn't concern me," she continued, "What I'm most grateful for is that my child is safe. "With that, she turned to leave the room. But at the doorway, a thought struck her. "One last thing - faking a pregnancy and a miscarriage can't be pulled off alone. Someone must've aided Fiona. And I think you know who. "Without waiting for a response, she stepped out, leaving Kelvin alone in the silence of the living room. He held power in his grasp; countless people hungered for his favor, treating him with utmost respect and deference. Yet, even he... The loneliness at the top could be biting cold. Fiona had made a fool out of him, treating her pregnancy with his child as nothing more than a joke, a bargaining chip. His blood boiled at the thought. "Go," Kelvin commanded, his voice was sharp as ice, "bring the director to my study.""Right away!" The command was promptly obeyed. The director was oblivious to the unfolding . He hadn't even met Fiona. Upon hearing that Mr. Davis was summoning him, he had a luxury car sent for him, all smiles, believing it might be about discussing a wedding dowry. A generous gift from Mr. Davis... That would surely be the talk of LA!Inside the study, the director greeted Kelvin with a beaming smile. "Mr. Davis, you asked for me," he said, "This late hour, is there something urgent?"Kelvin stood by the window with his hands clasped behind his back. "Of utmost importance," he replied. "Is it regarding your marriage to Fiona? She's often mentioned she would marry no one but you. And you and Penelope have signed the divorce papers, just waiting for the tto "Kelvin spun around, his stare was sharp as a knife, silencing the patriarch instantly."Mr. Davis...""How I deal with Penelope is none of your business!" he snapped."Of course, of course, I... I..." In his panic not to offend Kelvin, the director stammered an apology, "I speak out of turn. Please forgive me!""'What else did Fiona tell you?" Kelvin demanded. The director shook his head vigorously. "Nothing else.""You were the first to know about her pregnancy, weren't you?" Kelvin pressed him."Yes, I noticed her poor appetite and vomiting, something seemed off, so I had her checked at the hospital," the director explained, "Though I run a mental institution, my medical knowledge is still above average."Kelvin approached him slowly. "Is that so?""Yes, yes, indeed," the patriarch affirmed.Kelvin's presence was oppressive, his piercing eyes making the director's heart race, palms sweating. "And after Fiona's miscarriage, you were taking care of her?" Kelvin continued his interrogation."Yes, well," the patruarch began with a gloomy tone, "her mother passed early, and I've had to be both father and mother to her, I owe her a lot. Thankfully, Fiona's always been sensible..."As he rambled on, the director sensed a chilling shift in the atmosphere. Glancing up, he caught the frost in Kelvin's gaze, his knees buckling, speech faltering, unsure of what to say next."Continue," Kelvin raised an eyebrow, "suddenly learned to keep silent?""Mr. Davis... Please, you speak." The patriarch pleaded with a trembling voice.